May I, My Dear? | Venti X Reader

Chapter 10 | May I, My Dear?

"May I, my dear?" Venti asked, holding out his hand. I slowly nodded, and he took my hand in his, kissed it lightly and smiled at me, pulling me into him. His arm snaked around my waist, and I placed my hand on his shoulder. Venti's loving teal eyes gazed into mine. My love of my life. I got a little flustered and tried to look away as I realized it was the first time I had danced with him like this. The music was slow, and I could swear that we were being watched by everyone. But I was with Venti, and as long as I was with him, I'd be alright. He chuckled at my flustered face and twirled me around so that he could look back into my eyes.

"Ah haha!" I laughed out. It was so much fun dancing that I just began to laugh. We danced around in the tavern like it was the last day of our lives. I rested my head on his chest as we continued to dance. At some point we separated and did our own dancing while still together at the same time. Venti played his lyre and danced around like someone dancing with an accordion (don't question it, this just came to mind) as people began giving him their alcohol. He was dancing, drinking, and musical. All three chaotic natures for Venti. By the end of it he was on the floor, completely drunk. "Oh boy.. up we go!" I said, pulling him up and wrapping his arm around my shoulder to carry him. He stumbled along with me for around a surprising 30 minutes before going out cold. I tried to get him out of the area to Dvalin's lair as there were no people there. It is quite far though, so I wondered a few times if Dvalin himself would pick us up somehow. Exausted, I found a safe patch in a nearby forest and lay Venti down by a tree stump. I slumped down next to him, closed my eyes for a bit, and took a few breaths. When I opened them again, I looked over at Venti, who looked like he was having the best sleep of his life. Then, I noticed his lyre. "I wonder if it would be okay to try this for a bit.." I whispered to myself, slipping it out from under his arm. I began to analyze how I could play it so it wouldn't sound like someone dying, and wondered if it was basically a smaller harp. "Okay so if I just strum this one lightly..." I said under my breath, gently picking at one of the strings. A beautiful sound came from it, and I suddenly realized how everyone could enjoy his music so much. I guess that since I just got used to his calming voice, I didn't realize it until now. His music always helped me fall asleep.